Model Slave Pt. 03 Ch. 01

"Would you stay?" She whimpered with desperate need in her voice.

"You want me to stay?" he asked, his brows knitting together in a quizzical expression.

"Oh," she said, as a thought popped into her head. "You have a girlfriend."

"No," he said slowly, smiling. "No girlfriend. Are you sure your boyfriend won't mind if you entertain a strange man?"

"No boyfriend," she said simply.

Steve's smile turned into a wide grin, and he pushed her further into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. He went to the shower, turning on the four heads and checking the temperature of the water. Then he ushered her in with a courtly bow that made her giggle.

She walked into the spray, sighing in relief as the mix on her body rinsed off. Pushing her head back, she picked out a couple of daisies that had stuck in her hair as a result of the matted semen. Then she let the water run through it, enjoying the heat.

"Here," Steve said, startling her. She hadn't heard him come into the shower, too intent upon rinsing away the gunk. He lifted the heavy mass of her hair and ran his fingers through it, getting what he could out before lifting a bottle from a small inlaid shelf. Pouring peach scented liquid into his hands, he started to wash her hair.

She has had men wash her hair before but for some reason, every sensuous stroke of his fingers, every gentle massage had her moaning with pleasure. She tipped her head back, allowing him every freedom he wanted to take, her hands coming back to rest upon his thighs, sliding up and finding the hard proof of his desire.

His gasp was like manna from the heavens, and she stroked his steely shaft with trembling fingers. Even her knees were shaking from the force of the sensations she was feeling. The past two hours had been like an aphrodisiac, turning her into a mass of needy cravings. How could she have known that being the center of attention in a room full of twenty lusty men would be such a turn on?

She enjoyed the attention men had always given her and that was why she wanted to be a model, but the last couple of hours had changed her whole perspective. The term exhibitionist popped into her head and she knew that is what she craved. All the ogles, the touches, the attention had turned her on more than she had ever thought. To be honest she wanted more and she wanted a fucking afterwards that left her satisfied.

Steve rinsed her hair, carefully getting out every last bit of soap, then he reached for another bottle and poured golden liquid into his hands. Rubbing them together he began to wash the rest of her, starting with her shoulders.

His thumbs dug into her muscles, stiffened from lying in one position for so long. She moaned again, her head falling forward. "God, I'll give you a week to stop that," she whimpered.

"I think we'll run out of hot water before then," Steve said, slowly thrusting his cock against her hand. Emma heard the catch in his voice when she squeezed delicately, feeling him throbbing and as anxious as she was for what was coming. She backed off her hand motion, because she needed that steely piece of flesh buried somewhere else inside her.

"You're beautiful," he whispered in her ear, sending another shiver through her system until she thought she'd short circuit and then melt into a puddle to be swept down the drain. "I can understand why those men couldn't leave you alone tonight. I wanted to join them, but this," he sighed, his warm breath caressing her ear, "is so much better."

She turned under his hands, facing him. His hands went to her breasts, round and firm, sitting high on her chest. Her nipples were rosy and taut, begging for his fingers, lips or any kind of stimulation. He didn't disappoint her, twisting the hard tips until she let out a wild cry. "Oh God! I need you inside me," she whimpered with desire laden in her voice, lifting her leg to wrap around him. "Now! Damn it Now!"

Steve laughed, whether at the demand in her voice or her attempts to climb his well-muscled form, she didn't know. His lips and teeth latched onto her petulant nipples and she arched her back feeding him more of her breast flesh. Then he lifted her, his palms cupping the curves of her ass and then spun, slamming her gently against the wall of the shower.

His mouth wildly tormented her nipples with his teeth and lips while she desperately arched her back pushing her breast deeper into his voracious mouth. She gasped at the feel of the cold tiles against her back, but they were soon forgotten when he lined his cock up to her yearning pussy and slowly began to push inside.

Her whimpering moan mixed with his groan as she stretched to fit his cock inside her barely used pussy. Feeling him fill her slowly, lowering her down until she could take no more, "Oh God," She cried, her face buried in his throat. "That's so good. I need you deep inside me, please make me yours."

"Yeah," he growled, nipping at her shoulder and then her ear before using his palms to raise and lower her over him. He fucked her with vigor, finally pressing her against the wall, using his body to hold her up, his hips undulating in a deep, satisfying, wonderful rhythm, rubbing against her clit with each new thrust.

Emma dug her nails into his shoulders, mindless now that he held her there, pinioned against the wall, helpless to his attack. He tortured her, taking her so close, until she was whimpering and begging and then stopping, making her wait no matter how she begged and bitched. She knew she couldn't take much more as her knees quivered and she threatened to collapse, but fortunately he was holding her firmly against the wall as he skewered her with his cock. His thrusts were just what she needed, deep, hard, fast, and satisfying, while driving her towards her desperately needed climax. Then he stopped again.

"You're killing me," She cried, her teeth nipping at his throat. "Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me until I'm a quivering mess!"

Steve's laugh was like tickling fingers down her spine, making her shiver. She was so close to climaxing, so close to the huge orgasm she had been waiting for all night. Emma kicked her feet, her heels beating into his back, like spurs coaxing her stallion to go faster and harder. But he steadfastly held his maddening rhythm even as she tried to force him to take her faster and harder.

"You want an orgasm?" he asked, lifting his head to look down at her.

"No, what gave you that idea? Yes. Goddamn it. I need it hard and fast. Please drive me wild."

She wasn't prepared for what happened next. Even now, she can't believe the punishment, the torturous plunging and banging into her, the abuse he put her through. His cock slammed into her, smashing into her clit and cervix with each thrust. Emma could hear his breathing above the sound of rushing water in her head, hear the filthy words he said to her, that only made her wilder.

It was a torturous climb, her heart beat so hard she thought it would pound through her chest, her lungs felt as if they'd never be filled again, her thighs ached and twitched, her pussy tingled so wonderfully. She was climbing towards a massive climax, one like she had never experienced. She could feel the coil of tension in her belly growing, twining and twisting, but it kept building to monstrous proportions. She felt as though she may die before she reached her sexual pinnacle.

Then suddenly she was there. Sharp pincers of ecstasy exploded in her, shooting out in waves of heated ecstasy that prickled over her skin like a thousand tiny pins. Her pussy clenched on his cock, the muscles fluttering and grasping around that wonderfully hard piece of flesh. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she knew she screamed, though it was muffled by his shoulder.

He gave three more abusing thrusts and then roared his own satisfaction, pouring his hot seed into her sex, sending her soaring into one more climax until she was nothing more than a boneless, limp mass of womanly flesh in his arms. Just what she needed, but within minutes she wanted more.

Steve held her, even when her legs fell from his waist, he did nothing more than hold her against him, his hands smoothing over her arms and sides as they both tried to recover.

Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes bright, his cheeks flushed. "How did you get here?"

It wasn't what she'd expected to be the first question out of his mouth. "I came in an Uber."

"Please, finish your shower in a hurry," he whispered, dipping his head to find her lips in a slow, soft kiss that spoke more of affection than of sex.

Disappointment must have been plain in her eyes because he smiled. "I thought you'd want to know you were riding home with me. I think we have the rest of the night to glorify your sexuality, I want to see, taste, and feel more of that gorgeous body of yours."

Her smile was radiant. "Yeah," In a voice full of emotion, she said slowly. "That would probably be best. I want more of you as well and I need my desires tamed and satiated a lot more."

To be Continued